Tuesday 6 March
We’re in Scotland for our recce of the Orkneys and Hebrides. It’s been a nightmare to sort out from a logistical point of view. The ferry timetables are a law unto themselves and with a winter timetable in place, there are even fewer ferries running at even more erratic times than normal.
We don’t seem to be able to get from A to B without a detour to C, and 24 hours wait in between.
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John O'Groats
Our first night is spent in John O’Groats, a strange kind of frontier town. No-one else is staying in our motel and the locals eye us suspiciously.
When I tell one of them that we are on the hunt for wreckers, he says: “Nothing of the like happened around here –you need to go to Cornwall, oh yes, they were all at it down that way”.
Funny I think, the Cornish were adamant that they didn’t do it either and just pointed the finger at the Scots. It seems no-one wants to own up to this particular piece of coastal history.
















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